Let us each listen to our own tone of voice as we speak to others. When we speak, words are carried to the ears of those we speak to, but what is even more important than the words we say, is the energetic vibration that fills those words. As we speak we may be sending either love, irritation, anger or sadness to the person spoken to. We can fully understand what we are sending to others by listening to the tone of voice we are sending at each moment.

“He Olina eo Ka Ke Aloha” This says “Joy is in the voice of love” and is a quote from a wonderful little book called “A Little Book of Aloha” by Renata Provenzano. Renata, a Holland born international journalist and traveler, is fascinated by the Hawaiian Islands. She has collected and shares with us many of the Hawaiian Proverbs that she finds beautiful and helpful.

I am also deeply fascinated by Hawaii, having been there many times, as my parents lived there most of my adult life. Hawaii became “home” to me and I have learned a great deal by listening to and learning to sing some of the Hawaiian songs. The great thing about the Hawaiian language is that it is mostly made up of vowel sounds. I know from being a singer and voice teacher for over thirty years, that it is the vowel sounds that carry the tone, whether we are speaking or singing. Just try to speak or sing a consonant without a vowel attached to it and you will understand the full implications.

Tone of voice is as important as touch. When we speak with the sound of joy and love in our voices , we bring healing and comfort to those who listen to us. When we speak with the sound of bitterness, aloofness, or anger in our voices, we make those listening feel uncomfortable, sad and sometimes scared. When we touch, those we touch can either receive healing or aloof or negative feelings. Ever have someone shake your hand and although this was meant to be a friendly gesture, you felt cold and uncomfortable?

Let us listen to our voices and discover how we are truly communicating with others.

All elderly people they were: chattering away, and had their little kids been in the room, or even their big kids starting to lose their hair and with widening waist lines, the stories might not have been the same. Comments would have been edited out before leaving the lips of a laughing eighty five year old. Sarcastic remarks might have not left the lips of a sparking ninety year old woman who takes perfect care of herself. They were all attending a family event. People came from all around the country. What a wonderful week it was as they all shared stories and caught up on the gossip that had laid dormant for many years. Oh what fun it was to talk about their children, their grandchildren, and in this day and age, their GREAT grandchildren. Gathered around the dining table, and it was even nice not to have any little kids underfoot. Plus any small kids might have tripped over walkers and the chords that led to the oxygen tank as they would not have been accustomed to watching out for so many life sustaining health aids.

It was time for everyone to go home. It took longer than usual for people to load their cars. One 85 year old man with severe knee problems had to move a suit case slowly. Some slightly younger in the room were in conflict as they tried to decide whether to help him or let him have his pride. No one helped him. Suitcase loaded, and having helped his wife into their car, which by the way he was prepared to drive for several hours, he came back into the room. Across the room sat his sister who had traveled long and far to see the family. His look became more intense as he approached her. His arms went around her, and he fought the tears that he would never show anyone, clown that he is. He hugged her with a longer hug than ever before, and slowly left the room, wonderful “will we meet again?”

As we get older and visit with our loved ones, the parting becomes bitter sweet as we do not know if we will see each other in person ever again. Yes we will be on the phone, and if we have caught up with technology we will be on-line, on text, and maybe EVEN on twitter. But our eyes may never meet again, and our arms may never reach out to each other in a long and intense hug.

As a psychic medium, I know from experience, that we will meet again and be together eternally. But life on earth is very special. This story reminds us to visit each other as much as we can, even if we are younger and think we are invincible. Life is fragile and one never knows.

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Shall we argue and fight over nothing? Shall we look at each other critically? Or shall we dance to the tune of beauty and love and find the goodness in each other?

We have a choice every time we communicate with each other. If we want to find the worst in each other, we will surely find it! And if we are looking for the best, we are guaranteed to find that also. The choice is ours. How do we want to see each other?

It has been said that we are often mirrors of each other. When we get terribly upset by some apparent fault we find in each other, we are actually disturbed because of that same fault lurking somewhere within us.

Perhaps it is time we realized how short life is. Perhaps it is time that we stopped wanting each other to be perfect. And it is also time for each of us to accept our selves. Time on earth is not forever so perhaps we better start making the best use of it.

“I need to step away from my very good friend as she has hurt my feelings once too often. Our friendship can never be the same after what she said to me recently.”

Ending a long time friendship is a very painful experience, but an experience that one must cope with if a friend is not acting like a friend any longer.

When a friendship ends and you look back over the years, you realize that the recent event that was SO upsetting, has simply become the straw that breaks the camels back, or the drop of water that finally makes the water spill. You realize that over the years there have been little hurts that you simply let go because after all “this is my good friend.” You have made excuses for your friend, and have continued to carry the weight of the relationship, often feeling as if you are chasing after your friend.

Finally the day comes when you have grown and matured to the point where you can no longer let these hurts that are inflicted on you….go. You have reached the end of your rope and suddenly all of the little hurts that have accumulated over the years, join together with the recent incident, and you HAVE HAD IT!!!!! You may ask yourself why you are getting so upset, but when you realize that this recent incident is one of many you have not dealt with before, then you understand your anger has built up over a long period of time.

“I should have told my friend years ago how she was upsetting me, but I didn’t. Now it is too late to mend this friendship” you cry inside. And it is too late.

Perhaps it is not a tragedy. Perhaps the friendship served both you and your friend for many years, and now the relationship simply does not serve either one of you. It is okay to let go and move on. Life will take you down different paths now, and perhaps you will meet again and perhaps you will not. Life is like that: we do not know what will happen.

But there are tears and it does hurt. But you know deep inside it is time to move on.

Like the flower evolves into beauty from a simple seed, can we evolve into more compassionate and caring people, filled with the beauty of unconditional love?

We use spiritual terms quite often and speak of love, beauty and truth. But can we each day, try to understand more about these spiritual qualities we speak of?

Words come to us all too easy, and yet we struggle as we try to merge with the real vibrations of the words that can so easily roll off our tongues.

Life is a constant classroom for our spiritual unfoldment. In our busy lives can we find the time to meditate and concentrate on the spiritual qualties we speak of? Can we avoid creating all kinds of fancy new buzz words? However popular, sometimes all this “lingo” distracts us from the true spiritual qualities: the simple qualties of love, beauty and truth.

About...

Carole Lynne is a psychic medium, author and minister interested in the spiritual evolution of the soul. Ms. Lynne offers private and group readings, and volunteers for many Spiritualist churches. Learn more at www.carolelynne.com